Title: Paths of Desire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan propped himself up on one elbow, watching Greg as the other man pulled the covers up around them. He had never wanted his boyfriend as much as he did at this moment -- and he had been thinking all day at work of what he wanted them to do tonight.

Moving closer to Greg, he slid both arms around the other man's waist, pulling his lover close against the warmth of his body. Greg smiled, nuzzling his cheek against Ryan's, noticeably relaxing in his boyfriend's embrace. "So, were you still planning on kissing my ass?"

Ryan laughed softly, pulling Greg closer against him and running a gentle hand down his boyfriend's back to cup his ass. He'd been surprised to see that Greg did indeed have bruises on his bottom where he'd landed on the floor, though Greg insisted that they didn't hurt.

"I'll kiss any part of you that you'd like me to, baby," he said softly, knowing full well exactly where he intended to kiss Greg. "I want to try something we've never done before, if you're comfortable with it. And I hope it might knock down some of those walls you've built up."

Greg nodded slowly, pulling back slightly so that their gazes met and held. Ryan could see the barest flicker of fear in the depths of those dark eyes; it broke his heart to know that someone had hurt Greg so badly in the past that he was afraid of some aspects of love now.

"If you don't want to, then we don't have to," he murmured, leaning forward slightly to brush his lips gently against his lover's. "It's up to you, Greg. I'm not going to push you into anything you're not ready for, baby. I just think it might be good for you to break down some barriers."

Greg swallowed hard, the flicker of fear flashing in his eyes again. But when he spoke, his voice was firm and strong. "I want you to make love to me," he said, his voice husky. "I want you to do whatever you want to me, Ryan. I trust you. I know you won't hurt me."

"Baby, I could never hurt you," Ryan murmured, his heart swelling with the love he felt for this man. Greg was so sweet, so trusting. He would never do anything that would cause this man pain; if he did, it would be inadvertent, and he hoped it would only be a quicksilver flash.

But what he was going to do wouldn't cause any pain or discomfort at all, he reminded himself. It might be a little strange for Greg at first, if no one had ever attempted it before, but Ryan was sure that the exquisite sensations would override any embarrassment his boyfriend might feel at first.

"You've never been rimmed before, have you?" he asked, almost positive that the answer would be no. He hadn't talked to Greg much about anything that the people he'd dated had done with him, but he didn't think that any of them had been more intimate with Greg than blow jobs.

Greg shook his head, his voice a little shaky when he spoke again. "N-no," he answered, a pink blush creeping into his cheeks. "Nobody's ever wanted to do that to me. I thought about asking a couple of the people I've dated, but I didn't think they'd be into it."

Of course they wouldn't have been, Ryan thought with an irrational flash of anger towards those unknown people. They had all been selfish, only wanting what Greg's talented lips and tongue could give them and not thinking about what Greg might want or need.

"If you want it, then I'll do it," Ryan told him, raising a hand to smooth Greg's hair back from his face. "But you have to want it as much as I do, Greg. I'm not going to do anything that you're not comfortable with. Just say the word, and I'll back off."

Greg leaned forward to press a quick kiss on Ryan's lips, murmuring under his breath. "I want anything you want, Ry. I've always wondered what that would feel like -- but I've never trusted anybody to do it before. Not the way I trust you."

Ryan smiled as he began to press kisses down Greg's throat, slowly turning his boyfriend over onto his stomach as his mouth moved downwards. He knew that this was a sensitive issue for Greg; he never liked to be on his stomach when they made love.

He was slowly getting over that fear, but Ryan intended to take things very slowly and make sure that Greg was comfortable with everything that happened tonight. It wouldn't do either one of them any good to rush things; they had the rest of their lives to break down this particular wall.

He could feel Greg trembling slightly as his boyfriend stretched out underneath him; Ryan continued to kiss down Greg's back, moving his hands down the other man's sides, trying to soothe and calm him. He didn't want Greg to be nervous, or frightened in any way.

Greg sighed softly, turning his head to the side, pillowed on his crossed arms. Ryan was relieved to see that his boyfriend didn't look scared; his tense muscles were relaxing under Ryan's touching and kissing, his body warm and pliant under his lover's hands.

Slowly, gently, he lifted Greg's hips slightly, spreading his boyfriend's thighs as he knelt between Greg's legs. He could feel a slight shudder go through Greg's slim body; for just a moment, he was tempted to stop what he was doing. But they had come too far to turn back now.

Ryan brushed the soft pad of his thumb across Greg's entrance, preparing him somewhat with a gentle touch. By this time, Greg was used to being entered; but what he was going to do would be a different sensation from anything Greg had ever experienced before.

They had traveled only a few of the many paths of desire that they could take, Ryan told himself as he stroked his thumb across Greg's entrance again, trying to relax his boyfriend a bit more. This was a new path, and one he hoped that they wold be able to travel often.

He had never told Greg how much he wanted to do this; it was one of the many things he wanted to do to his boyfriend that he was sure would bring them even closer together. The fact that Greg was letting hm do this strengthened their bond of trust, made them even more intimate.

It was now or never. Closing his eyes, Ryan bowed his head, moving his tongue down the cleft of Greg's ass, circling the tight entrance with the tip of his tongue. As much as he wanted to push inside the other man, he knew that he had to take his time and introduce Greg to this slowly.

Greg moaned softly, his hips bucking slightly. Ryan curled his hands around his boyfriend's slim thighs, holding Greg still, hoping that what he was doing wasn't uncomfortable for his lover in any way. If it was, he would stop, even though he didn't want to.

But Greg didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort; after a few moments of Ryan's warm, wet tongue circling his tender entrance, he was pushing his hips back, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as if he was demanding more without voicing that desire in words.

Slowly, Ryan began to push his tongue inside, hoping that Greg was relaxed enough now for his body to be receptive. He could feel a slight resistance, but within a few seconds, his tongue was inside Greg's body, his hands loosening their grip on his lover's thighs.

He began to push his tongue deeper into Greg's body, drawing back slightly when the other man moaned his name. But Greg moved his hips back when Ryan would have drawn his tongue out; it was obvious that he didn't want his lover to stop what he was doing.

Within moments, Ryan was slowly working his tongue in and out of Greg's body, entering the other man easily, nipping and licking when he drew his tongue back out again. His own body was tense with desire; he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep doing this for much longer.

He didn't want to bring Greg to orgasm this way; rather, he wanted to arouse his boyfriend to a fever pitch, so that Greg was completely ready to be taken. He wanted the two of them to lose themselves in each other, to give themselves over to pure physical pleasure in a way that they never had before.

Ryan was sure that if he waited much longer to be inside Greg, he would explode. It was time for them to move on from this, as pleasurable as it was; he needed to join his body with Greg's, to bury himself deep inside that welcoming warmth and luxuriate in their lovemaking.

Slowly, he withdrew his tongue from Greg's body, kissing back up Greg's body to his shoulder. His breath was warm against Greg's skin as he whispered into his lover's ear, his words sending a shiver through the other man's body as he spoke.

"I want to take you from behind, baby," he murmured, sliding his arms around Greg's waist and pressing his lower body closer against the other man's. He knew that Greg could feel how aroused he was; there was no hiding his rock-hard erection.

Greg nodded hesitantly, not opening his eyes. "Wh-whatever you want, Ry," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly on the words. Ryan hugged him closer; he knew that Greg was skittish about making love in that particular position, and he didn't blame his boyfriend for that.

Greg had been tied face down on a table when he'd been raped so long ago; Ryan knew that being on his stomach brought back those memories full force. But he had the feeling that if he could introduce Greg to that position slowly and gently, he could finally manage to banish his fears.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan nodded, sitting back on his heels and reaching for the lube on the table by the bed. He was going to take this very slowly, and try to make it the best experience that Greg had ever had. Coupled with what they'd just done, he was fairly sure that it would be.

Quickly slicking himself with the lube, Ryan put it back on the table before he slipped his arms around Greg's slim waist, lifting his boyfriend to his knees. He could feel the muscles in his own body tightening in anticipation, ready to explore their next path of desire.

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